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The autumn leaves turned yellow, a blazing fire alight.
The mane of Crimson Mountain billowed, like the flames dancing in the wind.
Crack.
Horse hooves trod on sparse dead leaves, breaking the silence with rustling sounds.
Liang Qu withdrew his gaze, paying no attention to those lying in ambush, and stopped at the sentry cabin.
"How long until five hours are up?"
The martial master inside the sentry looked at the incense burner—half a finger's breadth away from the five-hour mark: "Less than a quarter of an hour,"
"Help me reload it."
Liang Qu took off the skin bag from the horse's belly and threw it onto the sentry post.
A cabin could only store once, the next five-hour cycle meant finding another cabin three miles away.
The martial master didn't waste words and, with his partner, grabbed the Azure Dragon Carp from the water jar into the skin bag.
Cracl!
Hearing the struggle of the Treasure Fish inside the cabin, those hidden around licked their lips.
